Category Poetry

i am a predator

If you don’t own crayons, I don’t want to know you.


Lost On You

I miss you I love you I have to let you go I miss you I love you I wish that you could know How to love me in return  For your arms, I yearn But yours is not a love I can possess Although I must confess I wish that we could be but […]

Choose Your Words Deliberately 

What most people call “love” is not love; it is a self-absorbed conditional quid pro quo where you invest something only if a return of some sort is realized on a self-determined time line.

Gego bigidnike aanji’igwaa!

Identity theft is the most sincere form of flattery.

truth to power vibe 

It’s National Taco Day and still no taco truck on every corner. So much for greatness

working hard while hardly working

I wish there was a horn for your car that, when pressed, blared “GET OFF YOUR PHONE!” followed by a rousing rendition of “La Cucaracha”

warm rains pushing back to me

When I listen to Tchaikovsky Symphony No. 5, I can’t tell if I’m being classy or about to watch a circus act.